Not Prince Charming…

This week’s six sentence story is inspired by the word of the week FORGE. At first I thought metal, blacksmithing, because I have done that, and then I went in a completely different direction, specifically forgery. Follow our narrator as they look for love, and have some interesting experiences with online dating. While it isn’t exactly fluff, this one is a lot lighter than my usual entries, so enjoy without warnings.

I was young, okay looking, smart, and I had a bit of a warped sense of humor, but I was starting to wonder what was wrong with me that I attracted this kind of guy.

I had three friends review my profile after the second foot fetishist, because while I roll with your kink is not my kink and that’s okay, I had to know if there was something seriously wrong there, that was giving out a vibe that I was into the weird dudes.

My mom said I just had too high of standards, that I was looking for the perfect Disney prince, but since I had never given her the full story, she didn’t know that my last few dates had included an unemployed mime, a guy who used me as a ride downtown for a job interview, and a guy who apparently only took the date because he thought my hobby of painting would somehow translate into me being able to forge travel documents for him.

Today’s prospect chewed with his mouth open, not like a little while covering it with his hand as he spoke, I mean there was food actually falling out of his mouth, back onto his plate, and the ease at which he scooped it back in let me know that this was a fairly common occurrence.

I tried to mask my horror, but something must have shown, because my waiter told me I had an urgent call, and since no one knew that I was here, I had either obtained a stalker, or this was a kind generous soul who was trying to rescue me from having to find my own way to wriggle out of the date from hell.

Our eyes met as I went to thank him near the door, and it was like a scene in a movie where time just seems to stand still, then rush by all at once, my date yelling across the restaurant to see if everything was okay, so I fled the scene with a phone number in my hand, a promise of better dates to come.


Despite how it may read, I have no issues with online dating, though one of these men is based on a real online dating experience a friend had, I will let you guess which one.